Cicada Poem by Cigeng Zhang

Summer isn't a real summer without you. Nice work.

SUMMER ISN'T A REAL SUMMER WITHOUT YOU - I agree, Cigeng. I love that long crescendo of it's oboe-like sound. Cicadas are especially numerous in Minnesota in August which began. Your poem gently refers to their very short lives and quietly laments that inevitable end that comes so soon. But there is an added sweetness your conveys in celebrating such fragile beauty. This really a Zen or Taoist poem finding greatness in humble things.

Wonderful poem about a wonderful insect. We don't have tree cricket's where I live but we do have some of their cousins here in England.

I agree completely! Summer and cicada fit into each other, and that long note they can sustain is particularly eloquent. I'd sit in our backyard in August and listen to the cicadas and I'd read ancient Greek poems about the cicada singing. That shows how pervasive this nearly invisible creature is. Doesn't it feel good to praise something in nature that is so inconspicuou

But it cannot sing forever, nice work.

Beautiful write, brimful of nature. I too, find cicadas a helpful focal point in some of my poems. Their sound can conjure a joyfulness or even a companionship. I mentioned them in an earlier poem Cold Winter, Warm Heart.